Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

He was about to savagely whip Linda's naked ass for her wanton behavior. He blindly ignored the fact that she was only doing what he wanted – sucking and fucking him at his whim.

Buzz Watkins was a dangerous man. His wife knew it. His foxy blonde daughter knew it, which was why she pretended to be such an innocent angel around him. But the trembling girl on the bed did not know it. She only knew she found him intensely sexy, and that she could get her rocks off explosively beneath his long, brutal prick.

Raising the tail-end of the belt high, Buzz brought it down in a sudden arc. Linda screamed as the leather tore across her naked ass-flesh. Again and again he brought the belt down, his eyes blazing. Her milk-white cheeks turned a deep crimson. Within a minute, his cock was pounding with fierce lust, quivering for action.

On the bed, Linda clawed at the sheets, sobbing. She was extremely aroused now, the burning anguish on her ass fusing with the fire in her feverishly sucking cunt.

Panting, Buzz tossed his belt aside and quickly mounted her from behind. He rammed his throbbing cock into her tight hot pussy in one violent thrust.

"Oh, Buzz, fuck me – oooooo!" sobbed Linda, wriggling her flaming ass eagerly beneath him. His cock felt deliciously hot and brutal inside her pulsing cunt, and Linda swung her hips wildly as he began fucking her savagely.

She'd learned to crave the punishment first, because when you got punished for doing something wicked in advance, it meant you paid your dues and could really enjoy yourself! This was an obscene lesson her father had taught her, and, as a result, the young housewife was torrid, starting to come almost at once from the hot friction of Buzz's immense hard-on.

Buzz never kissed a girl when he screwed her, not even his wife. He was a ferocious animal at sex, a primitive fucking machine who could go for thirty minutes without shooting his load, if he willed it. He clutched Linda's swollen hot tits in his fingers and fucked deeply and powerfully inside her spasming cunt. He hissed and grunted and slammed his cock almost to the hilt inside her luscious pussy. Sweat poured off his body and mingled with her perspiration, and the contact of her silky ass against his crotch intensified his lusty pleasure.

"Wild hot cunt, baby," he panted, ripping deep with his massive hard-on. "Keep swinging that ass! Gonna shove it up there too! Agggh, oh juicy pussy – mmmm!"

Wriggling and thrashing beneath him, Linda held her breath as she came in shuddering waves of excitement. He was mean, he was crude, but oh, God, what his long prick did to her feverish cunt! Her husband couldn't make her come like this – not with his timid bullshit!

As water seeks its own level, so did raw lust. For the ripely curved housewife, this was the only kind of sex that turned her on – savage brute fucking. A colossal club of prick meat battering her thrilled cunt. Her pussy was so hot, tight and fiery that Buzz didn't have to pretend she was Sylvia when it came to raw screwing.

"Change position!" wailed Linda. "Wanna change, Buzz!"

He slipped his prick out and Linda turned over to face him. He immediately rammed his bristling cock back in her squirming cunt, grabbing her ass-cheeks harshly. His wife told Buzz he had elephant hide on his prick, which was why he could screw for so long. It was also why she came again and again in convulsions of bliss, and it was why Linda gladly put up with his ranting and raving and unpredictable violence.

Most women would put up with an incredible amount of torment just to get one profound, thrilling orgasm. And in spite of Buzz's wild temper and incoherent raving, Linda found she could get her rocks off with feverish ecstasy beneath his thick, battering prick.

"Ah, Buzz, what a man!" cried Linda, clawing his hard, muscled ass with her nails. "Oooo, stud! Oh God, my pussy is going crazy! Fuck me, honey – deeper – unnng!"

Buzz did not have elephant hide on his cock. The secret of his fabulous staying power was simple. He was out to prove he could fuck like a bull, could outscrew any man in town – maybe in the whole goddamn state. To the vicious, burly cop, it wasn't how big it was or even how you used it – it was how LONG you used it.

He prided himself on the fact that he could make a female zombie come with his rock-hard prick. Once he got it inside their pulsing, juicy cunts, they couldn't get enough of his boiling cock.

This was certainly true of his own wife, Linda, and certain other women in town. But these women all had one other thing in common. They loved to be teased and savagely tormented first. Most women ran from the Gestapo-like stud as if he were poison. Buzz soothed himself by telling himself they were afraid of a real man, afraid of coming all over the place until they were ready to faint with thrills.

"Oh stud, I'm coming againnn!" moaned the frantic housewife, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and swinging her hot ass. Buzz had buried his face against the pillow so she couldn't slobber kisses over him, so Linda sank her teeth into his bare shoulder instead. Fuck her brains out, Buzz thought as he kept up the battering, feverish rhythm. Pound her hot pussy until she's coming over the walls and ceiling, by God, until the paint blisters off and melts from lustful heat. She was wild pussy – hotter and tighter than his own sexy wife.

Her lips slobbered over his cheek and Buzz twitched his head in disapproval. He rarely kissed women, even his wife, whom he pecked on the cheek in rare moments of affection. Once his wife had asked him to go down on her pussy, early in their marriage, and Buzz flew into a rage and whipped her ass. Men didn't eat pussy, he told her indignantly. Pansies did, and sicko-commie-pervert-women did, but real men didn't put their mouths down there. If God had meant for man to eat cunt, he would have put it on a menu, Buzz raved. You wouldn't catch a bull eating pussy, would you?

Linda was starting to climax again, her cunt gushing torrents of pussy juice over his pistoning prick. She panted deliriously and rubbed his taut ass with her frenzied fingers and churned her cunt with obscene joy.

It was his three hundred push-ups a day that enabled him to screw like a relentless machine. The only reason other men ate pussies, the goddamn perverts, was because they weren't in his tremendous physical shape: If every cunt-lapping pussy out there would follow Buzz's regimen of daily health, he'd be able to fuck like a man instead of a gasping fish trying to suck air. Shit, he wasn't even breathing hard and the feverish girl beneath him was panting madly and whooping with bliss.

"Change," Buzz rasped. He quickly slipped out his hard-on and climbed off the bed. "Dog-style," he snapped.

Linda hurried off the bed and hunched over the arm of an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. Her naked, ripe ass was turned up, and her dripping, hotly sucking cunt wriggled beneath.

Buzz gripped her soft ass in his hands and placed his cockhead against her cunt, ramming deep once more. He found his old rhythm, watching with fascination as his red, throbbing cock slid in and out of her lewdly gushing cunt. He spread her luscious ass-cheeks in his hands as he pumped savagely, gazing at her tiny, puckered asshole. Not yet – not just yet. Her pussy felt too good – hot and slippery and throbbing with fierce excitement.

A strange thought occurred to him, arousing his lust to seething proportions. He could ram his magnum up her asshole while he pumped her pussy! It wasn't really dangerous, not if he left the safety on. And it would scare the living shit out of Linda.

But even as bizarre and violent as Buzz Watkins was, that idea struck him as a bit too much. At the moment. He filed it away for future consideration, for some time when he was really angry.